Sandwiched together in our undies we grappled, kissed, fondled, stroked.

He flopped on the bed and awaited my arrival.

The first things I noticed was the warmth of his body, my chest, his chest, and his big solid neck. He dug through my undies and flung them on the floor. I dug through his and exposed his pride: 9 inches of joy in my hands.

Floppy like a buoy, longer than a banana. Two fists couldn't conceal it's length.

On top of me his weight was intense. A man and a boy. All brawn, all girth. Being crushed so hard never felt so good. I sunk into the warm feather bed.

Before the mirror as he sucked me off was my first reflection of a sexual act. The sun shone on my chest and his glorious back. His head bobbed back and forth. I never saw anything so beautiful as the blend of two naked men.

The window blinds were open to the San Francisco skyline. A perfect place to fuck.

With my hand on the headboard the two of us grunted and all at once was a mess on his chest.

We skipped from the bed, cleaned up, got dressed. We said thanks as I left for the lobby. No hugs. No kisses. Just a listless goodbye.

I left the hotel with new possibilities, a new sense of being.

And it felt unbelievable.